Long Sawing Poems

Poetic nugget discovered today March 29th, 2021...
while rifling thru outdated electronic drafts,
whereby yours went back to our memorable past.

Circa 6/30/ 2017 - Lost missing master car key...
plus additional ordinary travails affecting me
such as near bankruptcy,...

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This hasn't quite worked, so I'll have to revisit it. I listened to Chopin Opus 9 number 1 for inspiration and got lots of sprawling thoughts. I tried to put them into a Rondeau Redoublé...

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 I am poetry  a nightingale stringing blues 
               Of medieval lyrics---swords sliding bows.
      ...

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(Tidbit of trivia: associated with 
businessman from Troy, New York, 
Samuel Wilson, known affectionately 
as “Uncle Sam” Wilson. The barrels 
of beef that he supplied the army 
during  War of 1812 were stamped 
“U.S.”...

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Sawing Firewood For My Dad, Again

"Saw them logs boys, saw them logs
 heat for the kitchen, heat for the halls
Winter is going to be so very cold,
 so get it done before we all grow...

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toward thee spunky gal, 
     whose impregnation and debut appearance 
     way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
 
     out...

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Struggling to get out of bed. 
The mind racing in and out of thoughts of what needs to be looked after,
Animals feeding,
Dogs walking,
Garden pruning,
Pond cleaning, 
Hedge cutting, 
Wood sawing, 

The list goes on…
But my heart...

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Beautiful
I know you’re busy right now at work minding your own and I, we, us is only a fragment of your imagination in the closet that is locked behind a wall pass the hall way...

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chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding 
this is the life of a creator 
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle 
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for...

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I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their...

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This generic creek king mortal mwm 
   (who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate 
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities 
   tested to the max), bait
ting virtue...

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"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

Sittin' at a table playing five...

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ENTHUSIASTIC AMATEUR


I am lying here trapped and need some assistance,
And all because of my husband’s persistence.
“You don’t have to buy any bookshelves,” he said.
“I’ll purchase some timber and build them instead.”

I had some misgivings but...

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You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat 
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t...

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Haiku Licentioso 
('They who quaff this cup shall see god
and The Magdalen')

with the *powder
that goes in the tea
comes the instructions:
''dump into the brew
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and feel like a libertine''

''caution's for the birds
toss the birds back...

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At crushing depths 
Titanic rests 
Rusticles- like red ice 
hang from her corpse 
[the excrement of 
fathoms deep bacteria] 
And now technology
[ undreamed of when it was needed] 
peers at her 
[long submerged wreckage]
from slick...

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White as a sheet ghostly color,
sans countenance of mine
impossible to differentiate between
Lenovo external screen background
myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened
upon Citizens Bank notification

current spate of ill health
(relentless stomach virus)
triggered emotional state
Kamikaze nose dived
into forbidding deathwish
gastrointestinal...

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Hieronymus Bisch, a swamp-dwelling fish,
musician extraordinaire carved out his niche,
by gathering the garbage humans tossed away
cleaning and sawing, was determined to play
his compositions for the entire neighborhood
and I must tell you, he is very good.

Old...

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LUTHIER



His life path to music starts in the Caucasus forest
From his window is seen nothing but light woodland.
His bushy uncombed hair like the trees themselves,
As if he had grown out of the woods.

His workshop fingers...

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There is no such thing as silence
And no place left to be alone.
Our communication highway has become
An inescapable irritating noise
An incessant ringing in one’s ears
No longer just the ticking of a clock
Keeping you awake.

Transmitters hum...

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In The Garden of Evil
(Apropos the New World Creation)

See-sawing along
the shores of life,
gazing upon
the reflecting light,
we grasped
keloids of memories—running.
And like fishermen of food,
we webbed together
the broken pieces of history
and casted our nets into the sea:
into...

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I could make ring bells from seashells found on seashores
go into retail where these bells get sold on shop floors 
and tell thee tales of Seabells see sales win awards
if Seabells received well we could...

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Come friend, let’s go to where it all began:
Where you eased the heart ache and eased the pain.


The window’s warm light, embering darkness.
The intoxicating sawdust sets the scene:
In succulent reds, butchers dress
With neat laced mince-trays...

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Do you ever ire of being a logger                           ...

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Doped with Wind Striking Gold
People feeling for People
An unending stream of Tears
Mysterious pain is felt through swollen Eyes
Sun's unsure, who's he lighting up 
People unsure, what's dwelling up

Everyone begging for a Cure, craving for Mercy
Too...

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